5/10/21Beautiful Bay: Streaky Bay

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Home for a couple of days: Islands Caravan Park, Streaky Bay.
 

As I sat working in my cabin at Islands caravan park in Streaky Bay the sun glittered on the benign blue water in the bay, and a gentle breeze ruffled the hair of campers setting off to paddle the waters in rented kayaks.

Working was much easier when the world outside was wild and wet.  I found it very hard to keep my head in western Queensland when the sea was shining at the end of the street.

We took advantage of the beautiful weather and, once I finished work for the day, rode our bikes the 7km in to town.

A very pleasant bicycle track took us along beside the bay, all the way to town.

Township of Streaky Bay.

Oyster beds in the bay.

Monday and Tuesday are Streaky Bay's weekend, so town was quiet and most of the places to eat were closed. We walked out on the jetty past the swimming enclosure where flocks of teens postured and primped in juvenile courtship rituals; past the plaques commemorating people who had fished, swum, and drowned in the not-always-benign waters of Streaky Bay; and out to the end of the jetty where we talked to a morose fisherman who lamented the fact that dolphins had chased away (or eaten) all the fish.

The art of the terribly selfie is alive and well on the Streaky Bay jetty.

Pelican.

In the absence of wind the bay was flat and blue.  Some mad people were swimming, some more sensible people were swimming in wetsuits.

The Shell Roadhouse was doing a roaring trade as befitted the only place that sold food other than the pub, which posted a higher price in seafood than what we were willing to pay. While we were waiting for our cod and chips we went to see the replica shark in the back room out past the toilets, after which we had a much better understanding of the need for the swimming enclosure.

Don't worry: it's not the real thing.

Our happy shark friend.




And then we rode the 7km back to Islands, as the sun set over the bay.
 
Oyster beds in the sunset.



 Goodnight!

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